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Migratory Wings

Looking
out of the plane's window, the vast expanse of the blue skies came greeting
me. The loneliness of the skies was dotted with the fragmented and scattered white clouds. Just
like the wandering threads of thoughts in my mind! Or may be it was simply mirroring my mind!

The plane had taken off the Mumbai air space and was heading towards UAE. To
give me company this time was my kiddo and many random thoughts!

He
never thought even once, I reiterated this sentence. Probably this was the
anthem for me in those days. My better half had decided to take a leap and go
beyond the boundaries to better his resume. I was left with the choice, join me
or otherwise, no issues!

I
had my high flying career and family life at war heads, courtesy his decision. Reluctantly
and after giving a considerable thought, I took the decision to join him. It
took me almost six months to take this step. So here I was on board with my son flying off
to Sharjah. From take off till landing at Sharjah, I was cursing my decision.
But I could no way reverse the clock now…

Things
do settle down in life. One needs patience to see the dust settling. And it
did. Life was back on track in less than six months.

Courtesy
my son, I soon had many new friends. Mothers of his friends, were my new bunch of
friends too. Coming from an orthodox background, accepting the friends from
different faiths and countries was little difficult. But being alone and lacking
the support of the extended family in the foreign land were good enough the
reasons to cling to this bunch!

My
first two friends in Sharjah were a Lebanese mother of twins and Syrian grandmother. They both did not know anything
other than Arabic and French and I was helpless beyond English. Kids then
turned our interpreters! Beyond the barrier of the language, lived and thrived
our friendship. I woke up to the reality that no matter what country you belong to, no
matter where you pray, no matter whether you are a vegetarian or otherwise, the concerns of a mother remain the same... her brood, her family! Sick kid worries every mother alike irrespective of
the language she speaks. And one more surprising discovery was our common concern…
Getting a good maid!

Celebrating
Eid and Christmas along with the Diwali became the norm of the year for
us. Thanks to friends from every state of India, we learnt about Baisakhi,
Onam, Vishu, Karava Chauth and many such. Feasting on Kadhi Pakoda Chawal on Baisakhi
was enjoyed with same fervor as having scrumptious Sadhya on banana leaf on
Onam. I learnt a lot of Punjabi and South Indian cuisine too! My gurus were
none other than my friends, who not only taught me to cook but also pampered me
with their delectable preparations!

My
vision broadened and so did my identity. I started identifying myself as an Indian
rather than anything else. Over these years I learnt that relationship need not
only be sealed by birth or blood. Strong and lasting kinship can also be built gradually
over mutual trust beyond blood relations.

Seven
years stint at Sharjah made me a content and tolerant person, compassionate and accommodating as well than my earlier avatar!

It was a blessing in disguise, I now contemplate. Migratory wings have ushered new colourful horizons in our lives.Happiness
doesn’t has just one address, isn’t it?